I was sitting at a small table in an upscale restaurant near Southpark, waiting for takeout and drinking a glass of wine. A second glass of wine appeared and the woman who delivered it pointed. On him, she said.
I walked across the little room and thanked Captain Munnerlyn. A cornerback out of South Carolina, he had played the five previous seasons for the Carolina Panthers. This was 2014, and for the first time since leaving school, he was without a team.
This was a time when the salary cap dramatically jumped and the Panthers lost several free agents, among them Ted Ginn Jr.
Munnerlyn also would benefit. He would sign a lucrative three-year contract with the Minnesota Vikings. But on this night he was unemployed. Darn it, he bought me a drink anyway.
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If you like football, you like Munnerlyn. Listed at 5-9, he might have set a Carolina record for altercations. Wasn’t his fault. If somebody went after a teammate, Munnerlyn was there.
I swear that if a Panther were jumped in, say, Iowa, Munnerlyn would be on the next flight to Des Moines.
The story at the Southpark restaurant would be better if Captain Munnerlyn bought me a Captain Morgan rum and Coke. But I can’t lie.
As Munnerlyn and I talked, a guy on my left, a guy Munnerlyn couldn’t see, had heard our conversation. The guy was giddy as a kid, being around a Panther, and as Captain and I talked he began to jump asking, “Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?”
When I left Munnerlyn’s table I went to the guy and whispered, “That’s Steve Smith.”
Ten seconds later a voice filled the room.
It was Munneryn’s, and it said, “I am not Steve Smith!”
A good time was had by most.